Future X - Candy Coated

Candy coated rain drops
I just let the pain drop
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain drops
I just let the pain drop
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain
Through rainy days we stack up
Honda or we ac up
I'm in too deep
Like Jim Carrey i had to mask up
Might just pistol whip you
Split a pole and its bad luck
Subtract my expenses
So the money start to add up
In my room bumping Iceman two while i bag up
Pants sagger
Two pistols double dragon
No swagger
All i speak is real life shit
Watch ya fam
No forgiving what uncle Ice did
Fully paid out of town get aways
Atlantic City
Now we parasailing for days
Me and my lady
While we smoking eighths of the haze
Out the pound
Taking helicopters around
Always down 10 toes right on the ground
Sucker free
Still rolling like tumbleweed
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Threes company
But this world gets ugly
Candy coated rain drops
I just let the pain drop
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain drops
I just let the pain drop
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain
Watch me reign
Speed racer in my lane
Foreign exchange either way we getting paid
Drop a bag on my women she getting slayed
GPS where we going stuck in my ways
Nautica luggage
Trynna stuff it with all my jays
Still a hustler
Imma hustle all of my days
Cashier every year is my cash year
Run ricky when i spit it its mad flare
Since a youngin' stayed fresh had mad gear
Big abundance
All started with empty stomachs
Super hero like my world was in a comic
Y'all out here making zero i wanna vomit
Everyday feeling super just like sonic
Until I'm in a phantom looking like it was haunted
Wake you up
Cuz we all still got a conscious
Ignore calls it aint money you don't want shit
Candy coated rain drops
I just let the pain drop
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain drops
I just let the pain drop
Candy coated rain
Candy coated rain

Written by:
Anthony Walser

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